Moon's up high, soft and round
Mama sings / her voice a cloud
floating me to slumber
She sees the moon / the moon sees me
her hand in mine / warm as big hugs
a gentle journey to dreams
Mama’s voice fades / soft as silk
the moon winks / whispers too
I drift away

Dearest Helen,
ReplyDeleteThat is the sweetest lullaby!
Hugs,
Mariette
Oh, how lovely! In all respects.
ReplyDeleteoh, I wish I could drift away like that peacefully and calmly instead of worrying myself to death about these politics!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful lullaby!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful feeling of safety this conveys - Jae
ReplyDeleteBeautiful...
ReplyDeleteThank you!
A warm greeting comes from Viola
Sweet and gentle!
ReplyDeleteLove this is a view of the moon at its very best!
ReplyDeleteLove such a sweet moon
ReplyDeleteSo sweet! Of course I hear my own mother singing about seeing the moon and the moon seeing me, and it seeing someone I want to see! I like the moon winking.
ReplyDeleteThis was oh so sweet, I liked it
ReplyDeleteEvoking so much that's gentle and sweet...
ReplyDeleteI see the moon, and the moon sees me.
ReplyDeleteThe moon sees the one that I want to see...
Sometimes when the full moon rose early my mother used to sing that to her little ones, too...
PK
Perfect comparison - the comfort of a mother, the soft light of the moon :)
ReplyDeleteShe sees the moon/the moon sees me....I love this...such a calming picture.
ReplyDeleteLove this lovely lullaby. Sweet dreams.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Oh, how lovely. I wish someone would sing it to me.
ReplyDeleteThis is so lovely. Left me with a smile in my heart.
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